Love on a battefield

Your shadow portraits a worried soldier,
Unable to express your true colours,
And not been able to recover from the deepest wound,
Your eyes are like the deepest blue ocean,
Hidden behind the epitamy of sorrow,
Yet you’re tied up with your uncle’s chains,
Not able to be released,
Drives your hunger to insanity,
But the loss of your soul weakens you,
Your trying hard to escape your true feelings,
As you picture her in your mind,
Regrets, mistakes, unfaithfulness, erupts into anger
Anger that turns into hatred,
That can be released by a simple bullet,
Aimed at the heart to kill all worries,
Your life was always hidden behind a bunker,
You was unable to be free,
As time goes by you needed support,
You was never able to stand on your own two feet,
Never able to move on from the past,
With a great burden on your mind,
Reminding you of a 50miles trek with a bag of stones on your back,
You sweat, you bleed, you cry,
Yet knowing now you are lonely!